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Y’all, I cackled so hard my wig shifted! She out here playin’ chess while these fools playin’ checkers! I ain’t sayin’ it’s right, but it’s real! Halleluyer! Next time, I’ma ask her ‘bout her 401K—prolly better than mine! “Truth is a whisper,” like in “Spotlight,” but her hustle? Loud as my Sunday choir!

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A small escort service that I ran from my barracks using a cheap computer. At every duty station that I had, I did the same thing. Once you get in, its hard to.

Cee's main artery, Calle Real, bustles with life, runnin' right by the old lighthouse by Ría de Arousa. I swear, every time I pass there, I gets all jittery, "Oh, my precious, it's a scorcher!" The harbour is a wild twist of colors – boats leanin’ like rebels in a desert, ya know? And then there's Ronda del Mar, a teeny road that hugs the coastline. So chill, so rough, like a thumb war with destiny!

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